During the early days of lockdown, I went on a bit of a baking spree. A lot of people got deeply into creating their own sourdough starter and making their own bread. My personal mania extended to cakes, pies, biscuits, muffins, rolls, pastries, you name it, I probably took a swing at it. Some of that was a control thing. It falls under the same category as stocking the pantry to ridiculous levels in case I couldn’t leave the flat for a month. A lot of it, though, was just an excuse to make things. I enjoy baking almost as much as I enjoy eating. Which is why, at the moment, I’m resisting the urge to bake.
Things are pretty under control here in central Finland, COVID-wise. The number of new cases, and the number of new deaths, can be measured in single digits per week. It’s no reason to get sloppy, but I also have no legitimate reason to panic. The stores are open, and we’ve returned to the old routine of twice-weekly shopping trips. If nothing else, it’s nice to talk a walk in the summer weather and enjoy fresh produce.
Even though the temperatures here are moderate (people seem to think 24°C / 75°F is “hot”), it gets too hot inside the apartment to turn on the oven. A tasty treat doesn’t seem like an even trade for the hours of sweating I would need to endure while I waited for the kitchen to cool down. Plus, I can go out and buy something. It is ice cream weather, after all.
I also have far too much to do right now. Prep takes time. Baking takes time. Cleaning up takes time. I used up oh so much of that during the early days of lockdown, when nothing felt pressing and we wondered if this was going to be the end of the world. While we can’t rule out apocalypse just yet, it hasn’t happened yet. So until doomsday does arrive, I’ve got to focus on work.